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|Comments:||In December of 2012, at the ripe old age of 25 (and a half!), I was finally financially ready to move out of dear old mom and dad's place and move in with my GF (fiance, when I get MORE financially ready). Most everything was resolved--the cable guy was coming, the electricity had been turned on, my parents were ready to say goodbye to me being in their house each and every day (even if I'd be moving to an apartment just a short distance away). However, something in me was unresolved. For about a year before that, maybe more, I had fantasized about tying my mother up. One day, about two weeks before I moved out, I decided to tell her about it. My father was out with friends, doing an annual Christmas shopping trip.
At about 5:30 PM, she pulled into the garage and greeted the cat. I was in my bedroom, ready to work up the courage to tell her. She came up the carpeted stairs fairly quietly, but once she reached the landing and the hardwood floor, I could hear her heels clicking. My door was slightly ajar and she knocked it open, greeting me. I turned and returned the greeting. She was wearing a cream colored skirt that was tight around the waist, but fairly loose everywhere else, and fell to just above her knee. She had on pantyhose and a modest, but attractive pair of heels and a blouse whose color I can't quite recall, but I'm sure it matched everything. Her hair is short, red, and curly--features I got from her, minus the red hair. For her age--pushing 60--she looks pretty good. From the outside, I'd never guess she was that old and had me at 25 and a daughter six and a half ears older.
Anyway, she asked how my day was and what not and we bullshitted for a few minutes. As she turned to walk away and get changed, I spat out that I had a "funny" dream in which I tied her up and wouldn't let her go. Her face turned a bit red and she laughed it off.
I smiled and said, "The best part, though? You were gagged and couldn't talk!" She and I have had some fairly lengthy screaming matches in our life, mostly due to butting heads thanks to very similar personalities. She chuckled.
"I'm sure you'd love that to be real," she giggled out. I nodded and then asked the question I'd been waiting to ask for quite a while.
"Want to try it...for real?" I thought I leaked this question out to her meekly, but I must have been more authoritative than I thought. She was taken aback, but after a few moments worth of deliberation, she agreed! My heart fluttered and I smiled excitedly before dashing off to the garage to grab the minimal supplies we had in the house. "Pickings were slim," I said on my way back into my room. "But I managed to find some stuff." I held up a coil of rope and a roll of duct tape (my father's a carpenter, so some of these supplies make sense).
"Where do you want me?" she said.
"Right here in the middle of the room is fine," I answered, positioning her so that if she lost balance for whatever reason, she could flop onto my bed or into my desk chair.
Nervously, I stared binding her wrists as she--no doubt also nervously--held them behind her back. She gasped a few times as the ropes tightly coiled her wrists and it took quite a bit of effort for me not to return those gasps with moans of excitement of my own. "Snug?"
"Very," she replied. I turned her around and grabbed her by the shoulders, careful not to make too much eye contact. I sat her on the bed and knelt down and began to tie up her ankles and knees. "Don't make runs in my pantyhose!" she pleaded. I ignored her and kept working. She asked if I heard her and I replied with a half-serious, half-melodramatic retort.
"I heard you the first time. And if you ask again, you're going to get gagged sooner than you think!" She clammed up quickly and let me finish on her legs. "Done!" I pronounced. "Well, try to get out!" She obeyed my command and begin to writhe on the bed, twisting, turning, struggling.
"I can't," she said with a half-defeated tone.
"I suppose that's the point!" I said winking at her. "Now, the finishing touch..." I bent down and picked up the roll of duct tape and began to finger it softly.
"Do you really have to do that?" she said with a nervous twinge.
"'Fraid so," I replied with a half-grin, half-frown on my face. I ripped off one strip and plastered it to her lips. Her eyes went wide, bulging even, and she began to talk into the tape, asking how long she'd stay like this. I ignored her and ripped/pressed three more strips onto her mouth before answering her with, "However long I want!" (You'll notice I didn't pack her mouth with anything...didnt' want to scare her off)
She resumed her struggling, this time with some more grunting and gag talk. It was heaven for me, a fantasy fulfilled. And, frankly, she looked pretty good struggling on my bed. Wrists tied. Ankles and knees cinched. Mouth gagged. It was a wonderful early 'going away' present and she stayed tied for about half an hour.
Since then, we've played more games that have gotten slightly more PG-13 and have involved me being tied up as well. I'll be sure to recount those here when I get a few free moments. Hope you enjoyed the story! Email me for chatting/role play, whatever. Hope to hear from all of you soon.
|Comments:||Alright then. The first time my son tied me up was actually two weeks ago. Johnny wanted to play some kind of a spy game with his friend but he left early. He quickly got bored and sometime later I saw him with a water pistol in hand pointing towards me. My first reaction was to laugh at all of this but I decided to play along. We don't have rope at our house si he used tights. He's only 11 but, believe me, he can tie well. He tied my wrists behind my back and then my ankles. I squirmed a little bit and realised that my bindings were snug. He said to me that I wouldn't be a proper captive without a gag. At first I protested but what choice did I have? I had already agreed to play along. So he shoved a pair of my old pantyhose in my mouth and then put a few strips of tape over it to keep it in place. Then I was asked to hop around the house and to try to gag-talk which I did. However, the gag was good and I could make only muffled noises . In general, I liked the game. I was just curious from where did my son learn to tie up so good. He untied me 30 min later. Unfortunately for me, I was forced to promise him another spy game. To be honest I'm looking forward to it.
I hope you've enjoyed my story.
You're welcome. Please continue with your stories
|Comments:||Trisha, that would be great! Thanks.|
Trisha would be grear to hear your story.
Perhaps you should play cowboys and indians with your son.
Any other related stoies?
|Comments:||Thanks a lot War Machine. I decided to let my son tie me up again. If you want I could post the story on this board.|
I think this might answer your question. I was posted may years ago.
|Comments:||Hey, I was recently tied up by my son John. Is it normal to like it? I enjoyed pretty much being tied up and recently came across this site. Do you have any suggestions for me?
Should I let him tie me up again?
|Comments:||Love to hear them Tied Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!|
|Comments:||I would love to hear it, Tied Mom! Thanks.|
|Comments:||I'm interested, Tied Mom|
|Comments:||Happy mothers day to all you moms that have been tied and gagged|
|Comments:||I haven't been on this site for sometime I have some new experience to write about is anyone is interested?|
|Comments:||Yes, BC. I, also, am interested!|
|Comments:||I'm very interested|
|Comments:||I may have more if anyones interested|
|Comments:||I agree. Great story, BC!|
|Name:||Young Lad of the 70s|
|Comments:||Great story. Love the mother-in-law angle, Thanks|
|Comments:||My mother in law Doreen is a lovely lady. She is 61 and quite plump, 5ft 6 tall. Grey permed hair and glasses.
On this day I had arranged to pick her up from shopping at the Mall. It was raining that day and when I arrived at the car park she was waiting for me wearing a trench-coat and boots. I gave her a kiss on the cheek as she sat in beside me. On the drive to her house we engaged in small talk about this and that.
When we got to her house I helped her in with the bags while she took her trench-coat off. I saw what she was wearing then. She had on a grey twinset with the cardigan buttoned halfway up and a knee length black leather skirt which matched her boots.Without thinking I said Mmmmmm...
"Pardon?" she said.
"Oh I just like what you're wearing." I said.
"Really?" she said. "This was for going shopping. I'm going to get changed now."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well I'm going to be tied up with housework for the rest of the day. I'll have joggers on." she said.
"I'd rather you were tied up in that than housework." I joked.
"Oh? And what does that mean?" she laughed as she said that.
Oh God I thought. Now I've gone and done it.
"Sorry." I said. "I was just thinking what you would look like tied up and trying to get free."
"Oh I would get free alright. Have no worries there."
I felt my face burning "Sorry." I said again. "Shouldn't have said that really."
She hugged me and kissed my cheek and said "Come on then. Just for a laugh,you can tie me up if you want. Not for long though because I have to get the housework done and you'll be helping me."
"What?" I said.
"I know you've always wanted to. Don't look so surprised."
I was dumbstruck. I'd always wanted to it was true but I had no idea that she knew.
She searched one of the cupboards in the kitchen and brought out some clothesline which she handed to me and said "Not too tight."
I pulled out a kitchen chair for her and she sat down smoothing her hands on her leather skirt.
"Put your hands behind your back please." I said.
"Darling you can't say 'please' if you're tying me up can you now.
She put her hands behind her and I tied her wrists together and then helped her sit back against the chair. I then began winding the clothes line around her upper body and the chair pulling it taught across her boobs. I wrapped it around her thighs and the chair seat and then told her to put both ankles against the left chair leg and tied her feet. I took the belt from her trench-coat and cleave gagged her.
I stood back to look at her, twinset and pearls, leather skirt, knee high boots, tied up and gagged.
"Try and get free Doreen." I said.
I watched her wriggle and squirm for a long while and the took off her gag. "Thought you could get free?" I said.
"Maybe not," she said."Will you untie me now?"
I took my time untying her and then kept my part of the bargain and helped her with her housework.
|Comments:||I have a story about my mother in law being tied up|
|Comments:||Very nice story. Please post on u tube!!!|
|Comments:||I guess it was my own fault. I have a 14 yr old and 12 yr old daughter, and they both like to spend time on Youtube. Seems like they got an idea from there, and I became an unsuspecting participant in their plan. They talked me into accepting a challenge, and the made a video of it, but I won't let them post in on YT. The challenge was an wscape challenge-to be tied with ropes, gagged and even blindfolded. I figured 2 girls couldn't be able to tie an adult woman so she couldn't escape, but I was mistaken. Here is the story. I accepted the challenge on the condition that they did all the housework, laundry, and dishes for a month. They countered with the offer that when i lost, I had to let them tie me every night after supper (their father works nights) for the month. Confident in my abilities to get loose, I accepted. After supper that night, the girls offered to wash dishes while I got ready to be tied. They suggested I wear long sleeves and jeans instead of the shorts and sleeveless blouse I had on, and to use the bathroom. While changing, I wondered how my girls knew so much about this, then decided they must have learned from YT. When they finished the dishes, they asked me to join them in our rec room. I was a bit surprised when I went in, as they had a quilt on the floor, and a box that I assumed had their rope in it. They gave me an opportunity to change my mind, but a whole month not doing all the houswork was too inviting. They had me sit on the quilt, and the older one began to bind my ankles, while the younger bound my wrists. She seemed to be having difficulty getting them tied tight, and when I started to say as much, older stuffed a huge wad of cloth into my mouth, then 2 strips of tape held it in. Thats when younger gave a tug, and the ropes became instantly tight, I mean TIGHT! Protesting was useless thru the gag, but I tried to show my displeasure, to no avail, as they just chatted with each other while tying me very securely. It was a huge surprise when younger slipped rope around my arms above my elbows and pulled until I felt my elbows touching, then cinched the rope TIGHT. Older was tying my legs above and below my knees, also TIGHT. I knew then that I would never get loose, they knew it, but continued adding rope just about everywhere. Finally, they stopped, leaned back to admire their work, and younger said, "almost done, mom". Almost? More rope? My body looked like a cocoon already. Older had a roll of something in her hands, and pulled some off the roll and began wrapping over the tape on my mouth. She made several wraps, and I realized it was a roll of that self adhering bandage, about 2 inches wide. I felt younger stick something into each ear that felt like cottonballs. As I tried to object, older then wrapped the bandage over my eyes and ears, rendering me sightless, and able only to hear loud sounds or sounds up very close. The bandage was finally plasterd to itself, making a very efficient seal over my eyes and over my gagged mouth. I was now rather alarmed at my situation, but it was finished yet. I was lowered to my side, then onto my stomach, while older raised my legs up and younger tied them tightly to my wrists. HOGTIED! By my own daughters. Af first furious, I began to calm down when, a: I remembered I had agreed, even encouraging them to do their best so I wouldnt feel guilty when they did all the work, and, b: I was rather aroused! Anyway, they untied me after 45 minutes. Now, every night after supper, I am bound helpless, gagged, and blindfolded, for the evening until 10pm, thier bedtime. Usually I'm tied more than once, sometimes in a chair, sometime to a pole in the bsement, but end up in a strict hogtie for the finale. One blessing is the girls still do the chores while I'm tied. Oh, yes. Its been longer than a month.|
|Comments:||A very emotional story, KP!|
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|Comments:||It must have been about three months ago. Eve had just come home from her last trip, and she was sitting talking with me in the front room about our plans for the next few weeks. It was a typical day – a little damp outside, but nothing unusual was going on.
Eve was wearing a white short sleeved polo shirt, bleached denim shorts and flat shoes, with a blue bandana tied over her hair. I’d just got back from a shopping trip, and hadn’t taken my jacket off yet, so I was sat there in my red jumper, grey skirt and knee length boots, talking away happily when the front doorbell rang.
I clearly remember saying “Can you get that, Eve”, and watching her as she stood up and made her way to the front door. The next thing I knew was, while I was looking through some information I had to hand, Eve saying “Mum?” and me looking up.
Looking up, I saw that someone had come in with Eve. He was a young man, about twenty I would think, with his arm around Eve’s chest and – well, the first thing I noticed was the woollen scarf that covered the lower half of his face and the sunglasses.
The next thing I saw was the gun that he was holding against Eve’s head.
“This is a robbery,” he said, “Just do as you’re told and neither you nor your daughter will be hurt.”
“All right, all right,” I said as I put the paper I was reading down and stood up,” Just please don’t hurt us.”
“Go and sit with your mother,” he said as he pushed Eve towards me. I gave her a reassuring hug as we both sat down and looked at him. He was wearing a dark sweatshirt and blue jeans, and stood looking at both of us.
“All right, ladies, all I want is your valuables and no-one needs to get hurt. Do you understand?”
“Yes – but what are you going to do to us,” Eve said as she looked at him.
“Well, I need to make sure neither of you can get in my way, so I’m afraid I need to make sure you’re both securely kept somewhere.”
“You mean you’re going to tie us up?” I said with a quiver in my voice.
“That’s right – so the first thing I want you to do is to close the curtains. Do it,” he said pointing to Eve, “without attracting attention to yourself.”
She slowly stood up, walked over and pulled the curtains in the front room shut, before returning and sitting next to me.
“Very good – now you’re going to do something for me.”
“What,” Eve replied, and the man handed a length of white rope, about six foot long.
“I want you to find the centre of the rope and double it up. While she’s doing that, I want you,” he said pointing at me, “to turn round with your hands behind your back and cross your wrists so that your daughter can see them.”
“All right – just do as he says, Eve,” I whispered, and as she doubled the rope over I moved myself round so that I was sitting on the edge of the couch, with my back to Eve. He moved round so that he could see both of us.
“Take the rope, and pass it around your mother’s wrists, then put the two ends through the loops and pull as tightly as you can. Do it properly – I’m watching.”
“Sorry, Mum,” Eve whispered as she did what she was asked to do. I stifled a grunt as the rope bit into my wrist through the sleeves of my jumper, and sat still.
“Now, pass it round her wrists three more times, pulling tightly each time, and pass the ends that are left back through the loop when you are done.”
I could feel the ropes tightening each time she did this, but I still sat silently.
“Now, take the ends and pass them between your mother’s wrists – and remember to pull tightly.”
Eve did as she was told, so that the already tight loops were further tightened around my wrists. When she had finished, the intruder told her to tie the ends together with a knot on top of the ropes, and as she did so I tried reaching round with my fingers - to no avail.
“Very good – what’s your name?”
“Eve,” she replied.
“All right, Eve – I want you and your mother to come upstairs with me to your room. When we’re there, I’m going to make sure you’re nice and safely secure, then your mother and I are going to go through the house."
“Then I’ll bring her back to you. All right – stand up and walk in front of me. You first, Eve, then your mother.”
We made our way up the staircase, Eve first, then me and finally the young man with his hand on my arm and the gun against my back. At the top of the stairs, Eve went into the door that was facing her and we followed.
Her room was a typical teenagers – posters on the wall, TV on the desk and other paraphernalia scattered around. He took a look around before saying “Lie down on your bed – make yourself comfortable. Your mother can sit on that chair there.”
He took me over to a chair next to her workstation, and sat me down while Eve lay herself down in the centre of the bed, her head resting on a pillow.
“Don’t move,” he said to me before placing his gun on the bedside table, and taking some more lengths of rope out of his pocket. “Eve, I want you to put your hands together and hold them up as if you are praying.”
Looking at him, Eve did as she was asked, and taking a length of rope he quickly doubled it over and started to wrap it around her wrists, I presume in the same way she had done to me. Three times he passed it around them, then between before tying the ends together, but leaving a foot or so dangling.
“I’m all right mum,” she said looking over to me as he gently pulled her bound wrists up over her head, and secured the loose ends of rope to the centre of the white headboard that was against the wall. I admired her courage as she lay there, watching as the man took another length of rope and started to tie her ankles together, then her legs above and below her knees.
“How does that feel,” he said as he tied the last knot off. “I don’t think I’m going anywhere.” Eve said as she twisted her legs around.
“One last thing,” he said, and he started to reach up to her bandana. That was when I said “No!”
“I beg your pardon.” He said as he turned to look at me.
“Please – leave that scarf alone. Can’t you find something else?”
“Look in the cupboard,” Eve said as she nodded toward her wardrobe. Opening the door, the intruder looked through several racks of scarves and bandanas that were lying there.
“I’m going to put this in your mouth – do you promise not to spit it out before I come back,” he said as he came back, scrunching up a paisley handkerchief in his hand.
“I promise,” Eve said, and he pushed the cloth into her mouth, leaving the ends protruding from her lips.
"Come with me,” he said as he took me by the arm, and I took a quick look at Eve as she lay there quite still before he took me back downstairs.
An hour or so later, he brought me back into Eve’s room. By this time we had been into my bedroom, and he had taken a large Hermes scarf and used it as a gag. Eve looked up and saw the knot he had tied in the centre protruding slightly from my mouth as he brought the chair over and made me sit next to the bed. He then reached over and pulled the handkerchief out of Eve’s mouth.
“If you wait a few minutes, I’ll get you a glass of water – I just need to make sure your mother is secure first.”
“All right,” Eve whispered as she watched him take a length of washing line he had found in the kitchen and begin to pass it around my upper body and arms, securing me to the chair back as he did so. As my arms were constricted into my side, the cord digging into the black leather of my jacket, I kept my eyes fixed on my daughter, wishing I could tell her what had happened.
Once he had secured me to the chair, the man knelt by the side and pushed my ankles together, passing another length of rope around and between them before securing them to the leg of the chair. As I tried to move them, the creak of leather was the only sound that could be heard. Finally, he took one last length of rope and tied my legs together, below my knees and above the top of my boots.
“Don’t move,” the man said as he left the two of us alone. Eve looked up at me, twisting the ropes round her wrists as she did so, and asked “Are you all right, mum.” I nodded; too busy assessing my own predicament to try to even grunt at her.
The intruder came back in with a carton of apple juice, a straw sticking out of the top. He put the straw next to Eve’s lips, and she took a long drink before saying “thank you.”
Walking back over to the wardrobe, he took a white bandana out and rolled it into a band, tying a knot in the middle as he did so. “Open wide and raise your head,” he said as he knelt on the bed next to Eve, and as she did so he pushed the knot into her mouth, tying the ends tightly together at the base of her neck as he did so.
“All right ladies, just try to relax – I’m sure the men of the house will be home soon,” he said as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I looked down at Eve as she lay there, and she returned the look – one of complete serenity and calm at her situation. Even though my mouth was filled with a silk knot, I nodded and kept looking at her.
She tried to move around a bit, but the ropes were holding firm, and she seemed resigned to just waiting – I followed her example
Well, my husband came back a couple of hours later and freed us, but we didn’t report it to the police – after all, nothing was taken.
I’m sitting here now, looking at the list Eve and I made four months ago of the things she wanted to do. There, about fourth on the list, was “Be involved in a robbery and experience what it is like to be tied up.” Each item was ticked off, and at the end was note that said “Thank you – Eve” dated two weeks ago.
Just before the cancer finally took my baby away from me. At least we got to fulfil all of her special requests before that day, and she went to her rest happy…
|Comments:||Very nice, KP!|
We all wish that you would just stop posting. You are such a lost little boy that the only pleasure you get is from telling others what they are doing wrong. What has made you such a failure.
What a cleless dweeb !!!!!
Accusing me of copying other peoples stories.
Other than Den Mother's story, which is credited to her, eveything on my blog is mine.
If you are too stupid to see the common themes and similar writing style, you are evn dumber than I previously thought, but then you come to this site looking for pantihose sniffing stories, so what would anybody expect of you.
Come one please do a post a story !!!!!!!
And I am really sorry but I missed WWWARMACINE's ruling that only
'great story, tell us more about sniffing ypur mom's pantihose'
comments are allowed.
Thanks to asshats like you, I'll never post another story here and criticize the shit out of all those pantihose sniffing stories !!!!!!!
Again with the negative comments. I have not posted on this site but I enjoy reading others who do post. I have been to your site and I see no new posts and most of those are copies of others who posted. Please if you do not like what is written here then go some place else.
|Comments:||“Trying to get free,” I said as I walked in, and Mum turned to look at me with a nice fearful expression in her eyes. She watched as I dropped several coils of rope on the floor, and picked up a pair of scissors, cutting her arms and body free from the chair.
“Whrrugnggtd,” she mumbled as I reached round and unbuttoned her jacket, taking it off her and revealing the sleeves of her blouse. As I did so, my hands brushed over her breasts, and I heard her muffled gasp. I must have turned red when she looked at me, for she just smiled and said “sslrgtmk.”
“Lean forward,” I said as I put my hands on her shoulders, guiding her arms behind her back and crossing her wrists. She did as I asked, staying still as I wrapped the rope around her wrists and tied them tightly together, making sure the coils were snug and strong, and cinching the coils by passing the ropes between her wrists.
“Cnurmmvmgg,” Mum mumbled as she turned her head and looked at me. I could see the gag was incredibly wet between her teeth, so I untied the scarf and removed the gag, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. “That’s better,” she said after she worked her jaw for a minute, before adopting a more frightened tone and saying “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, but don’t tie me up tightly.”
“Sorry, sweetcakes,” I said as I passed some rope around her arms below her elbows and pulled them together, “I can’t take the chance.” As I pulled her elbows together, almost making them touch, I heard her gasp and saw the way her blouse was stretching over her chest. I also felt something myself, but ignored it as I tied her elbows together, then started to pull her arms against her body as I wrapped a long length above and below her chest.
Her chest - the white silk was stretched so tightly over it now, and I could see the top of her white bra under the buttons as they opened slightly at the tension they were under. She must have seen me looking at them - well, staring at them, as she said to me “It’s all right Mark - keep going.”
I wrapped the rope around the back of her neck and under her arms to tighten the bands even more, before saying “I’m going to free your legs now, and I want you to kneel on the floor.”
“All... All right,” Mum said as I cut her legs and lap free, and she slowly slid off the chair, landing on her knees as I moved the chair out of the way. Kneeling behind her, I crossed her ankles and tied them tightly together in the same way that I had tied her wrists, and then her legs above her knees.
“That’s tight,” she said in her frightened voice, but I could see the smile on her face as well as she said it. Picking up the scarf from the floor, I untied the knot and folded it into a pad, before saying “Right, lady - I need to keep you quiet. Open wide and say No.”
“Noooommmgmgg” Mum said as I pushed the scarf into her mouth, watching as she closed her lips and then smoothing three strips of duct tape over her mouth. I then gently lowered her down onto her stomach, and pulled her ankles back, tying them to her chest ropes in a tight hogtie.
“Comfy?” I said, and Mum nodded, twisting round on the floor as she turned her head and smiled at me. I smile din return, before saying “Do you want me to take your shoes off?”
Mum nodded, and I slipped her heels off her feet, before I started to massage her feet. Using my fingers to ease the knots out of the soles of her feet, I could see her visibly relax and wriggle round, the hem of her skirt rising to reveal a little flash of her small white knickers.
“HMMMMSSGDSDDD” she moaned out, suddenly moving her feet out of my grasp and rolling onto her side. She started to move round, making her skirt rise up still further as she moved her body up and down. The top buttons of her blouse also started to come undone, and I could now see more of the lace trimmed white bra that she was wearing underneath.
I stared at her, transfixed at the sight as her blouse came out from her waist band, her moans increasing as she twisted round and her blouse came fully open. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be smiling under the tape, as I reached forward and touched her chest, my fingers stroking over the white bra.
“Mmmssgddd,” she mumbled under her gag, and I drew my hand away. I could feel something happening under my pants as well, so I went into the hallway and fetched a brown headscarf, folding it into a band and tying it over Mum’s eyes.
“Back in a minute,” I said as I left Mum twisting on the floor, her skirt now up against her waist and her blouse lying open as she struggled round. I had urgent business to conduct elsewhere....
“That was great,” Mum eventually said as she and I shared a pizza. I had untied her and allowed her to shower and change, and she was now sitting in a pink dressing gown, with a pair of pink slippers on her feet. I had also changed into a pair of short blue pyjamas.
“So did you do this sort of thing with Kristen?”
I blushed and nodded, as she said “It’s all right, Mark - you don’t have to be embarrassed. Look, when we’ve finished, why don’t you come with me - I have a game that you can play with me as well.”
“If you’re sure, mum,” I said quietly. It was fun with Kristen, but this was my mother, and it had felt a little strange when I was brushing against her chest.
She drained her glass, and then said “Come with me,” as she took my hand. We walked up the stairs and into her bedroom, taking off her dressing gown to reveal a short cream silk nightdress. Thin spaghetti straps held the gown on her shoulders, and a lace trim went around the bodice and the hem.
Lying on her back, she looked up at me and said “the cruel intruder tied me to the bed with those scarves, and tickled me. That was horrible of him, wasn’t it?”
“IT was cruel of me,” I said as I picked up one of the pile of scarves she had looked at, and tied her left wrist to the headboard, and then her other one, so that her arms were spread above her head. I then tied her ankles together, as well as her legs below her knees, before I sat on the bed and held her feet in one arm, while starting to tickle her feet with the fingers of my other one.
“Ahhhh nnooooo don;t;ttttttttt,” she screamed out as I tortured the soft soles of her feet, her legs moving against me and rubbing against mine. I smiled and kept going, oblivious to all except the sound of Mum’s laughter, the feeling of her legs against me....
I looked round to see Kristen standing in the doorway, her arms folded as she looked at both of us. She was wearing a tight blue t-shirt, blue jeans and knee length brown leather boots, and she was smiling as she shook her head, her hair moving as she did so.
“Oh hello, dear,” Mum said as she looked up, “Have a good day?”
“Yeah thanks,” Kristen said as she looked at us. “The film was good as well. So, having fun?”
“Well, the cruel burglar has tied me to the bed,” Mum said as she pulled on the scarves around her wrists, “and it’s a great shame you walked in before he gagged me.”
I looked from Mum to Kristen, then back to Mum as she smiled at me. “ohhhhh,” I finally said as I stood up, “You’re not going to give me any trouble are you, little girl?”
“Please,” Kristen said as she held her hands up, “Don’t hurt us, I’ll do whatever you say.”
“On your stomach, on the floor,” I said as I looked at her, “and hands behind your back.” As she got onto the floor, I ran to my room to get some of my rope collection, and came back as quickly as I could. Putting Kristen’s hands together, palm to palm, I tied her wrists tightly together and then helped her onto her knees, tying her arms tightly to her side as her top stretched over her chest.
“So you got your own BondDay as well, Mum,” Kristen said as I tightened the ropes around her chest, and then helped her to lie down again while I bound her ankles and legs together. I could hear the rope making her leather boots squeak as they rubbed together and under the rope, and giggled before I hogtied Kristen.
“Now then,” I said as I stood up and walked to the pile of scarves, “I think you both need to be quiet.”
“Wait,” Kristen said, “Can you do something for my Mark?”
“Sure - what?”
|Comments:||Way to show people how it is done !!!!!!
Don't make us wait for the next installment !!!!!!!!
|Comments:||That was great, KP! I really enjoyed reading that. Keep up the good work.|
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|Comments:||“I’m really sorry that I have to do this, Mark,” Mum said as she drained her coffee cup, “but at least it’s only for the morning, and I’ll be back by about two.”
Mum and I had planned to go to the mall, but last night her boss had called her to insist that she had to come into work. Kristen was on a field trip, which meant I was going to be left on my own. Not that I minded, or that Mum thought I was too young, but it was not how I expected to spend my weekend.
She ran a brush through her curly red hair and then bent over to kiss me on the forehead. She was wearing a white silk blouse with a dark blue scarf tied around her neck and tucked under the collar, a dark blue knee length skirt and jacket, dark stockings and a pair of two inch stack heeled shoes.
“It’s all right Mum,” I said as she hugged me, “I am a big boy now you know. Do you still want to go to the mall this afternoon?”
“Depends on how I feel,” she said as she fastened a name tag with “Regina” written on it in big bold letters. “Maybe you can decide what you want to so while I’m out?” She grabbed her bag and ran out of the door, leaving me to do the washing up.
“Decide what I want to do?” As I said this to myself, I realised I was kidding no-one - I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Ever since Kristen and I had spent that day when I had tied her up several times, I had wanted to do the same thing to Mum, and this afternoon seemed to present the perfect opportunity to do just that.
After I had cleared up, I made my way down to a local hardware store to pick up some supplies. I had already obtained most of what I would need - but there were still one or two things I needed to pick up, especially if Kristen came back when I thought she would...
Looking out of the front room window, I saw Mum pulling up in the car - and one look at her as she climbed out told me she had not had a great morning. She looked flushed, and as she locked the car door I went to the kitchen and poured her a glass of iced tea.
“Thanks Mark,” she said as she took the glass from me, almost throwing down her handbag onto the breakfast bar as she did so. “I need this.”
“Was it a bad morning,” I said as she sat down on a stool and drank some of the cold liquid.
“Abysmal,” Mum said, and there was a faint smile on her face as she said it. “My boss seems to think I’m his personal servant. I swear, if we didn’t need the money...”
“Don’t let it bother you Mum,” I said as she drained the glass and placed it on the bar, “You just need to relax, and let yourself stop worrying about things - let me take care of you.”
“Mark, you’re a great kid,” she said as she looked at me, “but this is grown up stuff. What would you do?”
“I’d play some games with you - if you were interested.”
“Hmmm - like you did with Kristen when I was away a few weeks ago? I heard about them from her - and I am your mother, young man.”
“I know - but I’m afraid I already started playing.”
Mum looked at me and said “How?”
“By slipping some chloral hydrate into your iced tea.”
No, I hadn’t actually done it - but by now Mum, Kristen and I had come up with a secret of cue words if we wanted to play, and that was one of them. Mum looked at me, then at her glass, before rolling her eyes and saying “Mark, I.... what did....” She started to fall to her side, but I was faster, putting her arm over my shoulders as I walked her into the front room. I had drawn the blinds, and everything I was going to need for the first part of our special day was in there.
I had put onto the rug in the centre of the room a wooden armchair, with a nice high backrest, and this was what I sat Mum down in. She closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side, but I could see the smile on her face. So I started to reaching round her neck and untying her scarf, pulling it away from her neck and rolling it into a band before I tied a knot in the middle, and gently pushed that between her teeth before tying the ends around her head.
Lifting her left arm up, I placed it on the armrest and picked up the roll of special tape that I had bought at the hardware store. It was black electrical tape, sticky and slightly elastic, and I knew from my own tests that it would not damage her clothing as I wound it tightly around her wrist and the rest, pinning it down to the wood. A second band went around her arm just before her elbow, and then I repeated the process on the other side.
Kneeling behind the chair, I then wrapped a band around Mum’s waist, forcing her against the chair back so that she was sitting more upright, and then a second band around her stomach just below her chest. As I pulled the tap round, I saw her blouse open slightly more, and I remembered how it felt when I had tied her and Kristen together after those robbers called - but I tried not to think too much of that.
Instead, I took her left ankle and moved it so that it was against the bottom of the front chair leg, her foot resting on the outside, and taped it tightly into place, then did the same to her right ankle. The hem of her skirt rose slightly up as I did this, but again I was careful, choosing instead to make a band of tape over her lap and the chair seat.
Satisfied, I stood up and went to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of soda to have as I waited for Mum to decide she was ready to play along. After a few minutes, she slowly started t move her head and open her eyes, just as if she was coming round from a deep, drug-induced sleep.
“Mmmmmwhrme,” she mumbled as she raised her head and started to look round, blinking as she did so. I stood up and walked behind her, putting my hands on her shoulders as I said in as deep a voice as I could muster “Hello, Gloria - welcome to my hideout.”
“Whthppnd,” she mumbled again as she tried to raise her arms, and then she really started to struggle, pulling her arms from side to side as she shook her head. Pressing down on her shoulders, I whispered “Stay calm, Gloria - you’re going to injure yourself if you keep fighting like that, and you are far too beautiful to let that happen.”
Yeah - flannel, but I wanted to play the part. Mum put her head back to look up at me, eyes wide as she mumbled “Pllssltmg.”
“When the ransom is paid,” I said as my hands started to rub her shoulders, “then you can go. Until then, sit still, stay calm and relax.” I could see the knot between her lips darkening with the saliva as she tried to work her mouth around it, and I could not stop myself from putting my hand over her mouth, thrilling to the way her mumbles made my palm vibrate slightly.
“Just relax,” I say quietly as I start to rub my hands down her shoulders and arms, listening to her sighs as she tried to twist round in the chair, pretending to get out of my grip. It wasn’t the first time I had massaged my mum’s shoulders, so I knew what I was doing.
“Now then,” I say quietly as I walk in front of her, “I need to take some photographs for the ransom demand. Smile for the camera.” I picked up my cell phone and started to take some shots of her as she struggled in her chair, mmphing into her silk gag.
She even smiled for a few, as I put the phone down and said “Right - I’m going to go and send the demand now. Don’t go away.”
“Vreefnneee” she mumbled as I left the room for a few minutes, and stood by the door space, watching her as she tried to twist her body free of the chair. I had been very careful, however, to make sure she was held firmly, and she was not going to get free for a while.
At least, that was what I thought, but when I saw she was starting to free her left wrist I decided I had to move on to the next stage.
And how many stories have you posted here over the past ten years kiddo ???
If you posted any, which I doubt, they were probably more of the pantihose fetish based ones that had a little bit of bondage tacked on.
Come on we are all waiting for you to link us to all the stories about kids playfully tieing up adult women that you have posted someplace.
If I am upsetting the pantihose fetish crowd TFB !!!!!!!
|Comments:||((())) Has been posting for 10 years and he mostly complains about what is posted here. Let others enjoy the stories and you go off and enjoy your "own website".|
I have, and have posted a link to it several times.
But since I have been contributing to this site for over ten years, I still visit here hoping to find a good story.
But sadly most of what that has been posted here lately is poorly written fantasy fetish stuff with a little bondage added as window dressing.
|Comments:||Why don't you take your own advice and start up your own site and quit bitching on this one.|
|Comments:||hey lisa love your story..if u ever wanna chat tie up..mail me firstname.lastname@example.org..would love to hear from you|
|Comments:||Oh, the "I can post whatever poorly written crap I want, and nobody had better say anything bad about it" crowd is getting upset again.
Hate to tell you people this, but, if you have a right to post crap, others have the same right to say its crap.
If that bothers you, TFB.
This group used to be about fun stories of adult women getting tied up by kids.
Not about pantihose and foot smelling.
If you are upset about having your fanatasy stories critcized here, start your own site where you can post whatever you want.
Takes about five minutes to set one up at blogspot.
|Name:||Like Lisa's pantyhose|
|Comments:||Keep telling your stories Lisa. You have many fans here. Thank you.|
|Comments:||Look, I posted here to tell my story, but the jackass keeps saying crazy stuff, if you do not like these post then just quite coming here ass hole.|
|Comments:||Bad 1, please tell us about the experiences you had tying up your mom.|
|Comments:||I have been hearing this "just DON'T read the post" crap since the mid 90s and not one of those making that asinine statement have explained just how to tell what a DREAMBOOK post is about without reading it !!!!!!!
I will grant that after a few posts you have a pretty good idea what a poster will probably stress and can therefore scroll through those.
But, if it is a new poster, you actually have to read it to find out if he/she is really posting about fun, playful, experiences involving adult women getting tied up by kids, or just another of the many who cream in their jeans thinking about smelling pantihose covered feet and dress their fanatsy up a little by throwing in some ridiculous bondage as they lovingly describe the type of pantihose and the aroma.
DREAMBOOK is not like other forums that provide tags that give you a good idea what the post contains.
So, either educate me on how to tell what a DREAMBOOK post contains without reading it, or STFU !!!!!!!!!!
If I offend those posters described above, TFB.
If WWARMACHINE wants to change his policy about the type of stories he wants here, he will say so and delete this rant.
|Comments:||I used to tie and gag my mom from my late teens into my 30's. I tied and gagged her no matter what she wore sweats, shorts, her pjs tights, pantyhose, knee hi's,socks or barefeet. My goal was simple I enjoyed tying her up and she enjoyed being tied up. If you have something against pantyhose or foot smelling do read the post. I skip ove the ones I don't like. Doesn't matter real or fantasy stories here because none of us others experiences.|
|Comments:||Thanks, (((O))) for posting that.|
|Comments:||Mom Challenge story reformatted for easier reading.
|Comments:||Anybody interested in fun, non-sexual, stories of adult women getting tied up by kids
that don't involve pantihose smelling or foot worship
should check out
his new stories will no longer be posted here
|Comments:||Lisa, it sounds like a good time all around. Please post more when you get the chance. Thanks.|
|Comments:||I did not say my son smelled my feet. He likes to look at my feet in my hose.|
|Comments:||Welocome to the pantihose covered feet smelling dreambook !!!!!|
|Comments:||Lisa I would love to hear more its scoundrel cool and fun|
|Comments:|| Well since my last post my son has me wearing pantyhose all the time, I wear them to work, when I am home he has me wear them with everything from jeans to shorts to my night gown. He has tied me up to many times to count now. Well I started seeing this man named Ken and he asked me why am always wearing hose. I told him all about Jeff's pantyhose and bondage thing, and Ken wanted in on it, so now I get tied up by Ken now too.
Right before Christmas Ken went to an adult store and bought Jeff a Christmas present which I did not know about and put it under the tree in the back. Ken said he would be by my house later in the day on Christmas I told him ok. Well Christmas morning Jeff comes in and wakes me up, (I am sleeping in my hose now too) I get up and we go and I watch Jeff open up his gifts when he pulls one from the back, Jeff said this one is from Ken as he read the name from the tag. He ripped open the paper and screamed OOHHH COOOOOOLLLLL, and held it up to show me, I could not believe it but it was a ball gag and blindfold pack I said oh my. Jeff started asking for us to try it out. I told him after we have breakfast we can.
After we ate I went to shower and change to look good for my 2 guys so I put on a pretty red dress, black reinforced toed pantyhose(both guys like the reinforced toed hose) and some strappy heels. When I got to the living room Jeff already had all his bondage stuff on the sofa. He told me he wanted to tie me then have me hop to his room and he wants to have me lay on his bed while I am tied up. I told him I could not hop in my heels he told me he would take them off of me when it was time for me to hop, I said ok. I am sitting on the sofa and Jeff pulls my hands behind my back and ties them together, then he goes down to my feet, he rubs my hosed ankles then ties them together. He gets the new ball gag and next thing I know it is shoved into my mouth and he buckles it tightly behind my head, next is the blindfold. I can feel my son looking at me as he stands in front of me, He tells me how beautiful I look like this with the new gag and blindfold.
Next I feel him taking off my heels and then he started rubbing my feet, I started struggling and he started giggling. I started trying to call for help and Jeff said no one is going to help you lady now stand up. He helped me get to my feet, He grabbed a hold of my arm and told me to start hopping and he lead me to his room, He had me hop to his bed and he pushed me and i fell on to his bed. Jeff then pulled my tied feet to the foot board of his bed and tied a rope from the foot board to my feet now i was tied to his bed now. He told me that he has wanted me to be on his bed while I am tied up for a while now. And now he has me. He tried to put my high heels back on but there were too many straps for him to get it so he kept my heels off. I laid there struggling and trying to pull my feet from the foot board but was unable to, there was no way for me to get up at all. I struggle and call for help for a while and now I am worn out and Jeff ask if I wanted to take a nap and I shook my head yes. Jeff said he wanted to take one too so he got a cover and put over me and he laid down next to me with his head down to my feet, He wrapped his arms around my legs and had his cheeks on my feet, and we took a nap while I was tied to his bed.
Well that all for now, I will have to tell you about when Ken came over later that day and Jeff let him in while I was still tied to Jeff's bed still gag and blindfolded. More later
|Comments:||Very nice, C.M. Sounds like quite a couple of neat experiences.|
|Comments:||Thanks tiedmom. Another great story. Looking forward to more.|
|Comments:||I have another story that I would like to share. This time I was just tied up by my son. It was last Sunday I was wearing blue jeans a grey t shirt and black knee high boots.
It began when I got home from shopping I was taking my bags to my bedroom when out of no where my son came from behind me and put is hand over my mouth while holding me tightly. He then walk me to my bedroom. He put me on my bed while i was pleading for him to let me go and put my hands behind my back and tied them together with some rope he then tied my ankles together. He asked me if it was to tight but it was okay. He went to my dresser and grabbed a scarf he tied iy between my lips tightly I tried to talk but as usual only a mmmphing sound came out. He laid me down and then he proceeded to tie my wrist to my anckles which he tied rather tightly. He told be I had to try to get free.For about a 35 to 45 minutes I struggleed and mmmphh but I could not get loose he then came back and untied me and he gave me a hug
|Comments:||Awesome, Tied Mom! Keep those great stories coming. Thanks.|
|Comments:||Glad to hear it. Here's hoping for many more enjoyable experiences and stories.|
|Comments:||Thank you everybody for your comments. I'm glad you like my stories I have to admit I sort of enjoy getting tied up and being a damsel in distress it is fun.|
|Comments:||Thanks for the great stories,Tied Mom! I really enjoyed reading them.|
|Comments:||Great stories Tied mom thank you. I hope you and your sister enjoyed yourselves and your son and nephew give you many more adventures for us to hear of.|
|Comments:||I like your stories, Tied mom :)|
|Comments:||Once again my son tied me up but this time it was at my sister's house with her tied up as well.
It was on a Saturday afternoon I went to my sisters house to have lunch my some had spent the night before so I was going to pick him up. When I got to her house the front door was unlocked so I walked in and was surprised by what I saw.My sister was sitting on the couch with her hands tied behind her back and she was gagged with a piece of tape over her mouth she was mmmphing at me . My nephew was pointing a toy gun at her and then my son came up behind me and held a toy gun to my head and told me not to.make a sound or they will "shoot" us both. They were pretending to be burglers. I got in to character and said please take whatever you want just don't hurt us. My nephew handed my son some rope and he started to tie my hands behind my back he tied them very tightly I could not get lose. They then sat me on the couch next to my sister and they put a piece of tape over my mouth.I tested the gag by trying to speak but all I can do was mmmphh. They then told us to sit there while they search the house for money they left us there anMy sister her name is Karen was trying to communicate with me but I could not understand her because of the gag. We began to struggle and mmmph and try to get free but we could not.We tried to take our gags off by rubbing our faces together but we could not remove them.She then moved her hands closer to me and gestured for me to untie her. So I move closer to eachother and we were now sitting back to back. I tried to untie her hands but I could not reach the knots.We then began to scream but all you could here was mmmphing sounds.Our sons came down each holding a pillow case and said they had all they needed.But they were going to eat before they let us go. They went into the kitchen for to make a sandwich. My sister and I became very angry at this point and began mmmphing very loudly. We wanted to be untied.After about twenty minutes they finally let us go my son untied me while my nephew untied my sister.After the game was over I talked with my sister and she told me She was tied up for about an hour before I got there and I asked how she got tied up.If you would like will share her story as well
|Comments:||Tied Mom, a really good story. If you decide to let them tie you up, again, let us know.|
|Comments:||A friend to me about this site and I would like to share an experience I had of getting tied up by my son and nephew they are both 13 years old and I am 34
It all started on a Friday afternoon I picked up my son and my nephew from school and I have them a snack they asked if I would play a game with them and I said yes not knowing what was gonna happen next they told me I should change into something more comfortable
I went up stairs to change. I put on a pair of black tights a white top and some black boots. When I came back down stairs they both had a smirk. on Their faces and my son said get her my nephew then came behind me and put his hand over my mother and held my arms to my side while my son tape my hands together with masking tape I was struggling but I could not get free they had me tight and I tried screaming for then to let me go but all I could do was mmmph because he had is hand on my mouth tightly Then my son my son wrapped some tape over my arms and around my my chest pinning my arms down. My nephew remove his hand from my mouth then my son stuffed a cloth in my mouth and taped around my head a few times. I gave them an angry look and tried to yell but all that came out was mmmphhing noise. Then They're wrapped some more tape around my ankles. I was completely immobilelized.They then lifted to the couch and layed me down. They said I had 30 minutes to escape or I would have to stay tied up for the rest of the evening and be their servant. I wriggled as much as I could but I could not get free I ended up falling off the couch but they just left mr there to struggle I mmmphh and them to let me go but they just stood there smiling and laughing. Half an hour had passed and they picker my up on the floor sat me down on the couch themselves they sat down behind me and told me I failed.They said I had to be their servant but they wanted to keep me tied up. They asked me if o understood and I figured it was no use fighting it so I nodded yes.
They my son removed the tape and the cloth and my nephew gave me some water through a straw and told me I was going to stay tied up foe another hour at the most and I said okay but no more them a hour I was then reggagged but this time it was just one piece of tape overall my mouth.I still tried to get free but it was no use then they began to take pictures of videotape of me with my camera but I didn't want them to I had no idea what they would do with the pictures so I tried to tell them to knock it off but once again all they came out was mmmphing noises. I began to struggle and try to break free but to no avail. So I just gave up about an.hour had passd and they cut me loose but left the gag on so I could not complain about being their servant but I took it of anyway after Thatcher we had a talk about what happen and asked if they could tied my up some other time and I said I was going tp think about it
|Comments:||To B.G. what's a matter with you you are always on here you must not have anything better to do than post on here or the other dreambook get a life|
|Comments:||To the poster below me, please don't use my name. Thank you.
|Comments:||What happen to Jessica's other story|
|Comments:||Great ...many thanks from me and all the others to Kay Dee, have got it now|
|Comments:||Hi David, I think you just need to copy or paste this sites address:
into the space provided and hit the "take me back" button. That should take you to the archive calendar and all the previous stories etc.
Hope that is of help.
|Comments:||thanks kay dee but what is the URL of this site for example?|
|Comments:||Gina, I agree. It is enthralling. Do you have any experiences to share?|
|Comments:||David use the following web address
Type in the URL of the website that you want to follow and if it is on their servers, u can go back to the beginning of the site. Enjoy!
|Comments:||Great, quite enthral lying. The idea excites me very much,especially younger people doing the tying.|
We all know that you are just a stupid ass troll trying to stir things up, so don't be too disaapointed if this is the only response you get.
|Comments:||You people are fuckin disgusting I mean what the hell is wrong with you guys tying up your mothers you're just a bunch of psychopaths and need help how could you enjoy tieing up your own mother I bet you people want to rape her too or ateast you masturbate to them get a fuckin life|
|Comments:||Jessica, let us know how the talk with the other mom goes. Awesome!|
|Comments:||Yes that's it|
|Comments:||I did an internet search to try to figure out what happened to me today, and I ran across this site.
I got home from the gym (I was wearing a unitard and leggings) and was cleaning up around the house when my 13 year old son and his friend walked in wearing make-shift police uniforms. I thought they looked adorable...if I only knew what they had in mind!
They pointed their fingers at me like guns and said, Okay lady, you're under arrest! Put your hands behind your back, you're coming to the station with us!" I thought it was cute and played along by putting my hands behind my back while pleading innocent to whatever crime I committed. I heard some clanking as each boy grabbed a wrist with one and locked the cuffs with the other. I figured they must be some type of play handcuffs with a safety release, which I searched for as they walked me to "the station." I could not find a release button.
They sat me down in a kitchen chair with my arms over the back of the low-back chair to interrogate me. Shortly after I was seated my son's friend held the chain of the cuffs as my son started wrapping rope around my torso, arms, and the chair back, and rather tightly too! It was like he was in a rodeo and had me secured in no time flat. As I begin to inquire about his interrogation tactic he clamped his hand over my mouth and his friend approached with a wadded bandana. I shook my in protest, but they eventually worked the cloth into my mouth and placed a hand back over my lips. A folded bandana was then used to hold the first bandana in place.
At this point each boy grabbed a piece of rope and secured my ankles to the outside of the chair legs. At this point they returned to character and said, we got you know, this will give you some time to think about your crimes! I wanted this game to end so I began looking for a weak spot in the tying and still searched for a release mechanism on the cuffs. I started to get angry, but my protests were reduced to muffled mmmmmphhhs because of the gag.
My ordeal was far from over. After about a half hour they untied my legs and body from the chair, but they left the cuffs and gag in place. They started to walk me to the living room, once there they carefully tackled me to my front and one sat on my legs while the other tied my legs together at the knees and ankles. I then felt my arms being pulled closer at the elbows, where they were then tied just a few inches apart. The handcuffs were removed and I thought this was my chance, the elbow rope help tight. My wrists were re-tied and then tied to my ankles, I was hogties with precious more than 6 inches of tether between wrists and ankles.
I could feel the gag starting to slip off and felt a chance to chew them out was coming, but they pulled the cloth from over my lips and again replaced that with a hand. My son tore some pieces of duct tape and used them to hold the packing in place. I was very angry by this point and was trying to break free with all I had. I had also never experienced anything like this before and was worried that my son and his friend went crazy. I didn't know what they were going to do to me.
I struggled and mmmmpppphed for about another half-hour before they asked if they could have some lunch. I was shocked! They acted like it was no big deal! Here I am; kidnapped, bound and gagged by my teenage son and his friend and they want a snack?!?! They untied me but remained quiet about the incident.
After lunch my son went to his friends to play, and I immediately did a web search for tying up your mother (found this site) and a few others. I learned there is a fetish know as bondage and damsel-in-distress. Well I'll be....my teenage son has a bondage fetish. I will be calling the other boy's mother when I am done here, and plan on having a long, stern talk with my son. I did read some of the stories on this site and see it is not an illness. In fact, if my son had asked, I would probably have allowed him to tie me up without having to trick me. I feel like the mother in the story written by Curious Son...If interested, I will post how the talks with the other mom and my son go.
|Comments:||I love my mom getting tied up I sometimes fantasize about her and Chrissy tied up and gagged and sometimes I masturbate to them|
|Comments:||Does anyone know what happen to the earlier stories like Jessica's for example|
|Comments:||Very nice, JD! I'd really love to hear more. Let us know what happens.|
|Comments:||Great Post JD !!!!!!!!|
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|Comments:||I asked my mom recently about how many times she was tied up and gagged by the neighbor boys. She told me a lot and she never counted and it was mainly after her and Chrissy (my neighbor's mom) came back from their aerobics classes."The first time, we played superheroes. They kept telling us that we looked like super heroes in our leotards and i suppose that's how it started, i suppose". I asked her a lot of questions and I could see that she was interested in talking, as though she loved those times and reflected back on good days.
She told me that the first time was with rope around the two of them back to back. Another time they threw a net over the two of us. One time it was a blanket over me and rope was wrapped around mom's thighs which pinned her arms inside. The one time she was not pleased she said she was taped with duct tape. I asked her why she didn't like it and she said it was too scary. She said there was no escape, she the stickiness of the tapes glue would be on her lips for weeks and when she was being unwrapped, it would wreck her pantyhose and left marks on her leotards. "That's why I would bring extra pantyhose with me. And then when they pulled out the tape one time I remembered my gym bag of pantyhose and told them to use my tights and pantyhose." she was very proud of herself.
I asked her what was her favorite way to be tied up, and she didn't understand why I would ask that but instead of answering, she told me her favorite time tied up. It was one time after they got back from their aerobics and she said the boys were waiting for them with mist spraying bottle. She said they were sprayed and the boys said it was sleeping gas. So the ladies pretended to become sleepy and each one was walked into Chrissy's room. Both were tied up with their pantyhose and stockings and said, hands behind our backs, ankles and knees. Then they were both gagged with pantyhose put over their heads and another pair wrapped around their mouths. The story got me excited just to think how Chrissy tied up that way. She told me that both of them were laid beside each other on Chrissy's bed. then the boys laid out clock that was taped to toilet paper rolls that they wrote TNT on. The boys set the timer for half an hour and said that that was how long they had to escape before the bomb went off. She told me that she found it really exciting to have that time line and for both of them to struggle and work together to escape. She told me that seeing in the big mirror made her feel like a real superhero in a dangerous situation. Chrissy was the one that was able to get loose and untied mom who ran and stopped the clock. I asked how they kept their pantyhose from getting mixed up and she told me that they would have spare pairs for being tied up with. A few of my questions made her realize that I was fantasizing about Chrissy and perhaps her bound with their own pantyhose. I even made the mistake as to look at mom's pantyhose feet while she told me these stories.
Mom then confessed and told me that Chrissy told her about when she was tied up in my room. I didn't get to see the two of them tied up much but one that I do remember was one of the last times they allow us to tied them up. I came home from practice and heard some MMMffing in my room. I thought it was mom but when I ended it was Chrissy, tied to a chair in the center of my room. She was wearing the typical costume they were use to wearing for these games, black leotard with tan pantyhose, her control tops showing on her sides. her ankles were tied together and to one of the legs of the chair, with more tan pantyhose and with the pair she was wearing with reinforced toes, I was immediately aroused. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was strapped to the back of the chair with more pantyhose and tights of many different types. her mouth was wrapped gagged and I could see through the nude color hose over her mouth that her mouth was also stuffed with a pair. A note was left on her lap that said "Trade", which told me that mom was kidnapped and brought to their house. I ungagged Chrissy and she could barely spit out the hose wad in her mouth. i pulled them out and went into character. "Thank god your here, they have Super Woman as hostage and we have no time to..." I regagged her. I then went to my mom's room and took a pair of pantyhose and came back and blind folded her. And mmmffed loudly protesting my actions. I checked her hands and it appeared like they were really tied tight. So then as a curious teen boy, I began to take my liberties with Chrissy. I felt her legs, felt her chest and did something completely wrong and put my hand under her leotard in her groin and felt her. She struggled madly and I realized that I went too far and started to untie her and cry as I was really afraid of what was going to happen to me. Once she i removed her blindfold and gag, she saw that I was really ashamed. She comforted me saying that it was ok and that I was just a curious boy. Once she was untied her sat me on my bed and sat beside me with her arm around me and explained how important it is to know that I was crossing the line and I should respect women more. We had a long talk about the birds and the bees and she was very nice and mature to me. I told her how I thought she was the prettiest woman I knew and I loved to look at her and even told her that I thought she felt just as beautiful. She kissed me and told me that I was a sweetheart and that she wished her boys would treat my mom with the same respect, then it dawned on her that my mom was still over at her house, in a compromising position that she was. She told me to come with her, but scooped up her hose before going. I went with her and had a hard time no looking at her legs and ass, and felt like we had a special bound at that point. One we made it to Chrissy's house the boys were around but mom was in the living room tied up with white thin rope and over the mouth gag. She mmmffed for us to rescue her and i was quick to untie her feet with were dressed in brown tights. once she was ungagged, she told me that she didn't care for being kidnapped from her own home. The two boys had their mother tied up and walked her over to our house and mom over heard them in my room telling chrissy that she would be a nice surprise to me and when mom walked in, the two grabbed her and tied her up on the spot and carried her over to their house. I asked mom what she was told by Chrissy and mom said, she found out I was a gentleman but had a long talk about puberty. She assured me that Chrissy said I was respectful of her and that she asked her sons were as nice.
Then mom told me that the two boys snuck over and tied her up in her bedroom and Brad was left with her while they said that Chrissy was also tied. Mom told me that she was wearing a skirt and it was lifted up by Brad and he laid with her and "ended up embarrassing himself" is the only way she would explain that. The games she told me ended on that day because Brad was too embarrassed to look mom in the face again.
Mom told me that she liked it a lot when it was innocent but she said that boys will be boys. And the sight of two fit adult women bound, gagged with their pantyhose, completely helpless and partially exposed is too much for a teenage boy to be able to handle him self. I had to agree with her. I was frank and told mom that I use to fantasize about Chrissy bound with her pantyhose. Mom said she suspected that much every time Chrissy was over.
Although it occurred to me, I didn't ask to tie up mom that day.
|Comments:||does anyone know how we can look at old stories?|
|Comments:||Would a woman please tell me what is is like to be tied up while wearing pantyhose?|
|Comments:||Mr. Norman, very good! Let us know what transpires. Thank you.|
|Comments:||I am happy to come across this website. I just got a story I need to share that happened this weekend. Unlike other stories on this sharing link, this story is about my friend and her kids tying her up.
I have been friends with Shannon for over 6 years now. We worked together at the same company, until there were budget cuts and I was let go along with her husband Amir. For the time I knew them, they had been separated but pretended to be a loving couple to reaming employed at our work place. When we were both let go, Shannon stayed on working, but since Amir was no longer working, she allowed everyone in on the secret. They had been separated for a long time and were still friends. Both were victims of an arranged marriage that didn't work out, mainly because Amir was more than a decade older than Shannon. THey had three kids and Amir left upon the 3 child's birth.
Nonetheless, I found myself being called by Shannon one day asking if I would be her date to the office party, since it was no longer a secret that she was single. When I went to go pick her up, Amir welcomed me into her house. He was there to babysit the kids. I was nervous at first, seeing him there but he welcomed me in and introduced his new partner. We talked in the front entrance, until he realized we have been waiting longer than usual. Amir called up to Shannon but only a muffled response. The two daughters came out running from the top floor to get a look at me. they were giggling and Amir was able to see in their behavior that they were up to something. They told me that I could go upstairs to see Shannon. I walked upstairs and went to Shannon's room. And like every story here, Shannon was bound and gagged. She was tied to a chair with scarves, both hands tied to the sides of the chair, her ankles together and around her knees. Her mouth was wrapped with a pair of pantyhose, which didn't prevent her from talking to much. The sight was very exciting. I had not seen Shannon for close to a year and when I did she was always dressed as a soccer mom, baggy jeans and t-shirts, and on special occasions she was dressed in pretty east indian dresses that covered most of her body. But now, bound and gagged in this chair, she was dressed in a red sleeveless dress, very elegant but short, tight and revealing. Her hair was messy because she had been struggling. She looked embarrassed by her predicament and mumbled a hello. I looked her over and told her very sinserely, that was looked beautiful. She blushed and the two girls giggled behind me showing that they were spying on us. I pulled down her gag and started untying her hands. "My hero" she said and it made me blush. She allowed me to untie her legs and I was able to feel her gorgeous legs which were dressed in silky nude pantyhose (I noticed that is a topic detail for this page). Once she was untied I helped her up and she hugged me very long and hard. She apologies for the embarrassing situation and I told her it was perfectly alright. I told her it was kind of exciting.
On the trip to the party, she told me how her and her daughters like to play these silly games where she would be a beautiful damsel in distress and tongith they took their liberties to keep her tied up so that her prince could rescue her. I told her that it was sexy and that I was surprised by how beautiful she looked. She then told me several stories about being tied up and gagged, each one better than the next. When we got to the party, she was a completely different person, drinking, dancing, saying risky jokes. She was the highlight of the party, being that everyone couldn’t believe how free she was not having to pretend anymore.
When we came back to her house, she was fairly drunk and once Amir and his partner left, she took my hand and walked me to room. She pushed me to the bed and then wrapped the same pair of pantyhose that was gagging her the first time. Gagged she then mounted me and we made love at her guidance, much of which was her guiding me to tie her up. The next morning, she was hung over but still gagged. I stayed for breakfast and when Shannon was showering, I convinced her daughters to continue to tie her up like that. I am hoping for more surprises like that.
|Comments:||Awesome, JD! I can't wait to read more!|
|Comments:||My neighbors mom was my first crush. She would often babysit me while my parents were out. One story that changed my life was when my two neighbors Tom and Brad came over and started talking to me about getting their mother tied up and gagged. The thought really excited me because it was daring and sounded like something forbidden. They told me many stories about tying up their mom and it felt like something that was doable. The two boys asked if I wanted to be a kidnapper or a rescuer. I said rescuer because i wanted their mom to think I was a hero. They laughed then both jumped me and quickly tied me to a chair. The two tied me really tight and I was mad but still excited to have a chance to rescue their mom. I struggled to get free but couldn't. The two left and came back and gagged me with my mom's scarves. They then pulled me to my bedroom window which faced their house. I was sitting, bound and gagged and instructed to look through my window to see through their window, which blinds were down. I got excited, very excited thinking that I was going to watch them kidnap their own mother and tie her up. The two left me to stare of the , window and watch what was going to happen at their house. It took some time but their window blinds came up with both of them waving in the window. When they stepped aside, I saw my surprise. There sitting tied to a chair just like me, gagged but also blindfolded was my mom. She had just came back from her exercising class and was still wearing her leotard top and a skirt. Her class was the reason why the two boys were watching over me to begin with. She was struggling pretty hard. I could see that most of her was tied with rope, but above her chest were tied a pair of black tights, which i thought they must have pulled out of her changing bag. Because my window looked down to their window, I was able to see them lift my mom's bound ankles on a foot rest and tie them to the rest. They then began to tickle them. She was wearing tan pantyhose and I watched as the two started to tickle her soles of her feet and then up and down her legs. She was squirming and trying to pull away and the sight of her helpless put me in a frenzy. I had to save her. I was able to tip my chair back and once i fell to the ground, one of the ropes that held me to the chair loosened somehow. The fall really hurt and i was winded, which didn't help that I was gagged with a scarf in my mouth. I was then able to squirm over to my desk and hop up to get to a standing position and reach for some scissors in my drawer. I was free but looked over at the other house to see how mom was doing? The two boy were still tickling her something nasty. I ran over to the house and the front door was unlocked. and as soon as I got inside, lying on the living room carpet was their mom, hog tied and gagged. She looked at me and showed an embarrassed look. I went to untie her. She too was wearing her aerobics uniform. A top leotard, black with florescent pink stripes and tan pantyhose. The sight was very eye openning for a young boy. Her hands and ankles were tied with more tights and pantyhose, and she was gagged with an over the mouth white cloth. I pulled down the gag and she spat out what looked like more tan hose. She told me that her boys had my mom tied up too and not to worry about untying her but to go rescue my mom. She winked at me which showed me that it might not be as serious as I thought. I did untie her ankles from her wrists, which gag me a chance to feel her pantyhose legs and like others in these stories, that is life changing.
I ran to mom's rescue adn as soon as I got into the room, both boys through up their arms and surrendered. Mom's blindfold was now around her neck but her mouth was still gagged. I could now see that her gag was a pair of tights too and when I pulled it down, she spat out a wad of soaked pantyhose too. She smiled at me and called me her hero. i untied her hands from behind her and she was easily able to lift over the rest of the tied over her head. I untied her ankles and as soon as I was untying her knees, she pulled me in to hug me. Once she was completely untied she picked up a couple pairs of tights and put them into her gym bag. We walked out with her arms around me, proud of my rescue and i felt like a million bucks. The boys mom was now sitting on the couch with them and saying goodnight to me and mom. Then they regagged her. I watched and looked over her legs which her leotard didn't hide her control tops of her pantyhose. I then noticed mom putting on her boots and the beauty of her hose feet and legs. I knew that a new gag was set and I would see mom or my next door neighbors mom bound and gagged again.
|Comments:||(((0))), Thanks for the link to the story, I enjoyed that. You are right that people scared off mom with those comments. If they were tactful, maybe, we would have seen more videos. Oh, well. At least, we have the good one they uploaded.|
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|Comments:||Yes that is a great video and the idea that Mom would do other challenges was very intriguing.
But, some idiots posted very explicit instructions on how to tie Mom up next time,
And, as anybody with half an ounce of brains could have told you, Mom put the kabosh on anymore escape challenges.
Maybe she will reconsider and accept the one that challenged her to get other Moms to do escape races :-)
Here is the link to a story inspired by this video
|Comments:||That is an awesome video! Great find, Warmachine.|
|Comments:||WWWARMACHINE why hast thou forsaken us ???|
|Comments:||Hey Pete great story please cont.|
|Comments:||Awesome story, Pete! I can't wait to read more!|
|Comments:||I REALLY DO LOVE THESE STORYS, ABOUT MOTHERES TIED-IP.YUMMY.|
|Comments:||Bound-Black-Girl-Lover provided this link months ago, from KP Presents blog:
Jacot provided this:
|Comments:||Oh, yes... Mrs. Lincoln... Emancipate me...
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|Comments:||Mum made me tie her to the toilet again. Honestly, I don't know why she's so obsessed with it. She makes me call her "Mrs. Lincoln" and always wears a black top hat. As soon as she's tied up, she has me fetch her a newspaper in my mouth like a dog.
I always must kneel when she pulls the paper out of my mouth. Then she pulls a Milkbone dog biscuit out of a box off the shelf and shoves it in my mouth. She doesn't make me eat it, but I must confess, I have on occasion and I don't much mind the taste.
Oh, and in the background we usually have a home video playing of her stripping at a GG Allin concert from his 1992 tour with the Murder Junkies.
Mum says things along the lines of watch Mrs. Lincoln shitting and things like that. When she's ready to be untied, she yells, "I am freeing the slaves!" Then she flushes the toilet, which is my cue to untie her.
She wants me to perform acts in front of her while she's on her "throne," but so far I've only found girls that are interested and I'd rather get involved with a guy.
|Comments:||Great story Josh. please tell us more. A good barefoot story is good with me. THANKS..|
|Comments:||It's time to tell you about my third bondage encounter with mom.
A month after the dare game with mom and aunt we arranged an escape challenge. For that session mom was wearing her casual black skirt with white blouse and black pantyhose. That was her office attire.
Aunt Natasha was dressed in short shorts and a blue tank-top.
We decided that I should start with mom. I went for the ropes and the tape in the garage.
I started with my mom's ankles. I bound them tightly. Then I taped her above and bellow the knees and tied her tights securely. I continued with her wrists. I tied them and then I tied her elbows till they touched. Mom is a flexible woman so she just grunted a little bit and said that everything is ok. Then I connected her wrists to her waist with tape. I did the same to her elbows. I connected them to her body by taping above and bellow her breasts and then connecting that with her elbows.
Then, for a gag, I used a clean pair of her panties stuffed in her mouth. Then I taped her mouth and blindfolded her with a scarf. To immobilize her further I hooded her with some pantyhose and taped her fingers.
Then I told her that she has an hour to get free and if she doesn't then Natasha will be tied next to her.
Aunt Natasha ordered some pizzas and we were having a lot of fun while watching mom struggling.
She really tried to get free but with no luck. First, after a lot of squirming and struggling she got up to her feet. Then she managed to hop a few times. She knew that we were somewhere around here so she furiously MMMGGGHHHed a few times. What a sight that was!! Her skirt had ridden up and we could clearly see her panties. After the hour passed we untied her and she said that we should do this again some time.
It was aunt's turn but she had to go to work because of an emergency call by her boss.
That was the end of our third TUG. What do you think.
Give me some positive feedback and I will tell you all about our next game where my dad decided to participate.
|Comments:||First of all , thank you for the suggestion Idea Guy (I really appreciate that). Well , her height is 1,65 and shes a brunette. She likes to wear pantyhose most of the time and that attracts me for real. Im planning on keeping her tied for at least an hour so I can play with her and that talent show trick wouldnt work as she doesnt believe that kinda stuff , but yeah YouTube video thingy might actually work (Or something like that).|
I'm sure we would all like you to be successful in tying up your Aunt. Some of us maybe even would like a detailed description of her, age, how long you've been thinking about this, duration desired to keep her tied, and access to time alone with her to pull off your plan. I know I would.
Are you looking for cutesy fun and games, or do you wnt to see a woman in bondage? The answer will make a difference in your approach.
I say there are a couple ways to go about it. One may be to tell her there is a talent show coming up at school and you need her help to practice a trick for a magic act you have planned. Tell her the trick is your assistant is tied up and will be instantly freed with some simple magic words. Easy, tie her up good, surprise her with a gag, and enjoy.
Another is to tell her you need help making a video for your YouTube channel and need someone to help you with the Duct Tape Escape Dare. Tell her there is a trend where people tie up a friend with duct tape and see how long it takes them to escape (Like the 3 Guys with a Plan story). She may find it interesting, or you may have to do the beg and plead thing. Tape her up good, add a gag, and voila!
I'll wait to hear back from you before adding anything elese.
|Comments:||Heya! I've been following this site for a year and there are alotta great stories over here. Anyho I got a question , I wanna tie up my aunt but I need to find a reasonable excuse to do that (School play trick or cops & robbers wouldnt work as im 16). Does anyone has a trick/game or what ever that comes up to your mind? If so I'd like to hear them :)|
|Comments:||Gagged mom, to be honest the cases that mom was wearing tights for a bondage session weren't too much. But if you want I can tell you about some of the times that this actually happened. We can chat if you want.
Btw, my third story is coming soon.
|Comments:||Josh what a fantastic story you have there with your mom and aunt. Were thay barefooted or wearing tights?|
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|Comments:||Great story, Josh! I would love to hear more. Sam, I'd like to hear your adventures, as well.|
|Comments:||Does anyone wanna chat? My skype account is liverpoo1824. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask them, btw.|
|Comments:||josh and sam please keep the stories coming I love to hear them.|
|Comments:||Sam and Josh, would love to hear more and help keep this site alive!|
|Comments:||So, for our second TUG mom decided that we should include aunt. My aunt is 46 years old and her name is Natasha. She is hotter than mom and have 36D breats, I think.
So, to convince her to play along, we decided to trick her with a dare game.
When the time came aunt Natasha was wearing blue jeans and tight T-shirt. The dare game started well. We had some spicy dares. After a few minutes mom dared Natasha to be tied up by us. She was surprised but said yes and made a counter offer. She wanted to be tied up with my mom.
I went to the garage and took a backpack full with rope and tape.
We went to my parents' bedroom. There I took a chair and told mom to sit in it. Then I tightly tied her ankles and thights and went over to her wrists and elbows. I tied them tightly, too. Her elbows were even touching. Then I used the tape to secure my mom's legs to the far legs of the chair and then connected her wrists to the back of the chair.
For a gag I used two pairs of pantyhose and then a few strips of tape. After mom was securely bound and gagged I went to my aunt.
I laid her on the bed and tied her ankles, above and bellow the knees, thights, wrists and elbows with tape. Then I connected her wrists to her waist and taped her above and bellow the breasts, connecting that with her elbows.
In the meantime mom tested her bonds and grunted a few times.
I gagged Natasha with a clean pair of my mom's panties and taped her a few times. Then I blindfolded Natasha with a scarf and hooded her with pantyhose.
She struggled furiously and made a muffled noises.
After my aunt was completely immobilized I blindfolded mom with tape and also hooded her with pantyhose.
After that I just stayed and watched the show.
Natasha was struggling a lot!! She was MMMPPPHHHing like a real damsel and my mom was doing it, too.
After an hour I untied the two ladies and we promised to have another game for the next weekend.
If you want to hear more stories from me just let me know.
I expect some positive feedback.
Sam, I would love to hear your experience.
|Comments:||Maybe we can chat on skype. Do you have an account.
Btw, the story how me and mom got my aunt tied up will be posted soon.
|Comments:||hey josh, wud love to have a chat with u dude, cool stories, have some stories of my own, will post them in future|
|Comments:||Josh, I am notoriously bad for not checking my email, lol. That's why I don't usually give it out. I would still love to hear more about your mom, though!|
|Name:||Young Lad of the 70s|
|Comments:||Thanks Josh. Your mom sounds hot. Love the pantyhose angle too.|
|Comments:||Thanks BG. If you wanna chat give an email and i will add you.|
|Comments:||Great story, Josh! I would love to hear more stories!|
|Comments:||My mom's name is Ashley. She is 43 and works as a teacher. I am 17.
One day I just asked her nicely if I could tie her up. She seemed pretty surprised and interested by the idea. After some thinking she said that in the weekend I could tie her.
I was 15 at the time.
When the time came mom was dressed in black skirt and white blouse with black pantyhose( in case someone is interested) and we begun. First I tied her wrists and elbows behind the back. Then I tied her ankles, above and bellow the knees and thights. The knotes weren't so tight but she was securely bound. Mom told me that I can gag her with whatever I want as long as it is clean. So, for a gag I used two pairs of pantyhose stuffed in her mouth and for a final touch I put a few pieces of tape over her mouth. Then I lied her on the couch and told her that she has an hour to get free. It was a great show!! She was struggling hard to get free but wasn't able to do anything on her own. Every time she tried to say something all it came out was MMMPPPHHH MMMGGGFFF. It was frustrating for her. In the end she was still tied up, of course. I untied her and we had a discussion about what happened. Mom was happy in the end and promised me that we will have some tie up games like this one. It's been two years since this game and during that time we had a lot of adventures. I hope I will get some positive feedback and if you want any more stories just let me know.
|Name:||Young Lad of the 70s|
|Comments:||Of course we do Josh. That is why we stop here. Make sure you tell us what she looks like, and her bra size.|
|Comments:||The stories here are great. Does anyone wants to hear about the first time I tied up my mom.|
|Comments:||Thenks!I found lots of interesting information here.|
|Comments:||I REALY LOVE THESE BONDAGE STORIES,YUMMY. WOW.|
Confusion cleared, up.
we're on the same page now.
Roger your e-mail.
|Comments:||Contact me at my email addy so we don't keep junking up wwwarmachine's site.|
Now I am confused.
That's not the site I was directed to by very reliable sources.
Do you have more than one actual website ???
no need to name them.
|Comments:||Not sure what you're talking about...|
Yeah finding stuff on YouTube can really be hard sometimes.
IIRC, the guest star was Billy Dee Williams at his prime.
Hope that helps !!!!!
Good story, except for the HMMMPHING nonsense, it was just as beleiveable as my fiction.
Hope that post more from the Mom's veiwpoint !!!!!!!!!
I've posted to my site that I'm waiting for you to post to you yours, not
Your real site.
How about it, shouldn't be hard for the site owner to do,
something like 'hi asshole' and the date would suffice.
|Comments:||Thanks, (((O))). I was hoping the scene would be longer. I scoured Youtube for it, but no luck.|
|Comments:||As I mentioned, I have written several stories under different names, and I have written from both male and female perspective. In order to protect the integrity of the fiction, I will not disclose the names or the stories. What I understand that you don't is people know most of these stories are fiction, but the joy of fiction is believing the possibility they could be true.
MOM and AUNT SHELIA:
My mom has allowed me to play tie up games with her for a few years now; they started when I was around 11, I’m 16 now. It started as role play like cops and robbers, but now I just ask if she wants to play escape or tie up. I ran across some websites that gave me plenty of ideas to make the ties more secure so my skills quickly improved. My mom is attractive enough; average height and build with sandy brown/blonde hair. I never thought anything sexual about our games, but it was hot to see a grown woman bound and gagged like the models on the Internet. Her youngest sister Shelia, my aunt, is another story. She is gorgeous; tall and slender, long bleached blonde hair, well-toned body from working out a lot, and a huge boob job. I had a major crush on her. When she came to visit us last spring I realized I really wanted to see her tied up and figured she might if she knew my mom allowed me to tie her. I formulated a plan…
One afternoon after working out my aunt said she was going to go jogging, and I thought this would be a good time to put my plan into action. Besides, Shelia was wearing her workout clothes of a tight, low cut tank top and those tight, short, silky kind of short-shorts. While Shelia was out on her run I asked my mom if she was up for a quick game of escape. She said okay and I got my supplies and had her sit on the couch. I started out by tying my mom’s hands behind her back, then above the knees, and then her ankles. It was pretty much one of the ways I would usually tie her up, but I did make sure she was tied a little tighter than usual as I didn’t want her getting out before Shelia came home. Before I gagged her I asked if she thought Aunt Shelia might be willing to play when she returns. My mom said, “She might, you can ask her when she comes back.” I pulled a knotted scarf between her lips and teeth and double knotted it behind her head; effective, but still words were muffled and unclear. I then blindfolded my mom (so I can watch intently as she struggles without feeling self-conscious). After about 20 minutes I heard Shelia unlocking the front door.
I grabbed a toy gun and waited alongside the door waiting for her to enter. As she stepped in I pointed the gun at her ribs and said, “Okay lady! Hands up, this is a robbery!” She smiled at first and put her hands up knowing it was just a game until she saw my mom in her state on the couch. She asked my mom what was going on, and my mom mumbled, “Iiffs jss uh gmmme” (translation: “it’s just a game”). To my delight, Shelia caught on and played along. I walked Shelia to the couch at “gun point” and instructed her to sit down and put her hands behind her back. All-the-while my mom was still struggling up a storm. I tied Shelia’s hands behind her back and left enough rope to wrap around her waist a couple times before cinching it off. I then gagged her more thoroughly than I did my mom by stuffing a balled up bandana in her mouth before I took a knotted bandanna and pulled it tight before tying it off behind her head. I pulled it much tighter than my mom’s gag and Shelia grunted as I tied it. I told Shelia I had to take to another room so my captives could not try to unite each other. I grabbed my bag and walked her at “gunpoint” to the guest room where she was staying during her visit. I looked at the back of her shirt as we walked and I could tell she was not wearing a bra, I was luckier than I thought! I instructed her to sit on the bed and behave or else.
I grabbed some more rope and tied her ankles and then above and below her knees making sure was secure. She got into her role incoherently pleading through her gag to let her go, don’t hurt her, and saying she will cooperate. She looked great with her surgically enhanced chest out and I wanted to go in for a closer inspection, so I took another bandanna and used it to blindfold her. As I was behind her I peered over her shoulder to look down her top. It took all my self-discipline not to do more than look. I then grabbed a longer rope and looped it around her elbows pulling them as close together as possible. Being that Shelia is limber and in good shape, her elbows nearly touched. Of course this make her chest even more prominent and she let out a curious Mmmmmpph and even though blindfolded she looked down at her chest. I can only imagine she was wondering just how on display this made her, which was very much so. Not only did her tank top already show a lot of cleavage, I could now see the very distinct outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her white tank top. I was mesmerized and could not pull my eyes away. I thought this may be my only chance to see her tied up so I said, “Okay, just one more rope and you can try to escape. I got my longest rope and wrapped around her torso and arms above and below her boobs, occasionally brushing against them but trying not to be too obvious. I could pretty much see every detail of her perfect tits now; I was in heaven. I thought it could get any better than this until I said, “Okay, let’s see what kind of an escape artist you are.
She really put on a great show by trying to escape with all she had; pumping her legs as best she could, twisting from side to side, rocking, kicking, and pleading MMMMMPPHS through her gag for release. She made great use of her space and eventually lay back on her bed rolling around and bucking. As she rolled onto to her side I noticed that not only were her short-shorts riding up revealing more of her perfect ass I could see the outline of the lace on her thong through her tight shorts; front and back. I was so caught up in admiring her body as she struggled and squirmed I almost forgot my mom was still bound and gagged in the next room. I hated to leave the site of my dreams but did not want to get busted. I told Shelia I had to go check on my other captive.
I told my mom her friend was most uncooperative so things took longer than expected. I untied my mom’s legs and then breaking character asked if she could a few more minutes, she nodded in agreement and I walked her to the guest room to join her sister. When Shelia heard us return she resumed her struggling damsel in distress role. Back in character I explained I got everything I came for (which was really just seeing Aunt Shelia bound and gagged, and it was better than I hoped) and told them once I left they could try to untie each other. I retied my mom’s ankles and knees after gently bringing her to the floor. I pretended to leave but sat in the room watching the two (especially Shelia) try to escape, I hardly even noticed my mom. It was great hearing them gag-talk to each other and try to arrange their escape. I watched as Shelia carefully moved from the bed to the floor by rolling onto her stomach and backing off the bed. Her shorts were almost in a complete wedgie showing a lot of her ass and when her knees were on the floor and body still on the bed with her butt in the air I almost lost it! She finally MMMMMPPHED onto the floor and the two inched toward each other. After about another 20 minutes of watching the two (well, Shelia) I pretended to return and “discover” the ladies.
I untied Shelia first and then my mom. As I was untying my mom Shelia popped into the bathroom and put on a sweat suit (I think she realized just how disheveled she was). My mom told Shelia she was sorry she got caught up in my game. Shelia said she didn’t really mind, but mentioned she was tied better than she thought she would be. I thanked both ladies profusely for playing along, and I quietly vowed to myself to get Shelia tied up and gagged again (hopefully solo) before her visit was over. I did get her tied up solo, and her and my mom tied up again before she left.
The scene you are think of did occur.
Julia's neighbor is babysitting the boys while Julia is out.
When Julia come back she hears a strange noise coming from the question.
When she enters we see her neighbor tied to a chair and sort of loosely OTM gagged.
Lasts maybe 5-10 seconds.
Pretty much only for completists.
|Comments:||Dear poster aka 'All Readers'
And just what does
have to do with moms getting tied up by kids ???
How about proving me wrong and reposting one of your stories so we can all see what a good mom tied up by kids story is like ???
|Comments:||Come on, everyone. Let's get back to what made this site a special one. We shouldn't be critical right now, but instead come together. Afterall, we are all here for the same reason. This next question is off topic, in regards to a story, but has anyone seen the episode in "Julia(1968-1971)" in which the neighbor gets tied up by her son and Julia's? I have heard there was a scene, but never saw it, myself. I was wondering if it was worth the search. Also, I have never taken a poll before, but here it goes: Which of these sitcom "mom" stars would you rather see get tied up by the kids: A. Debra Barone from "Everybody Loves Raymond". B. Jill Taylor from "Home Improvement". C. Jume Cleaver from "Leave It To Beaver". D. Harriette Winslow from "Family Matters". E. Carol Brady from "The Brady Bunch". F. Carol Foster Lambert from "Step By Step". (Pardon me, as I know this is not story related, but I like to hear other people's opinions, especially on this subject. Thanks.)|
|Comments:||I have posted several under different names. You are a fool to presume I have never posted a story. The ones I have posted got great reviews and comments. You know, those things you don't see posted after your stories. Your website sucks...My website is a top seller: Clips4sale.com/store/6184|
|Comments:||Isn't it amazing that posters who never post anything resembling a story are always the most offended when the total lameness of specific stories is pointed out.
Still waiting for "All Readers" to post something resembling a story !!!!!!!!!
|Name:||Dear (((0))) Whatever this may be,|
|Comments:||My comments were not meant to offend you, I assume you already know you are an asshole. My point is you made the same comments slagging people's writing several months ago and said you were leaving the site for good (and we were glad you did). The stories here are to be read and nothing more. If you don't like them, don't read them. Simple as that.
I also find it funny you still use the same insults such as "sock puppet" whatever the hell that means. Judging by that and your poorly eritten stories, I see you have not advanced much in the area of creativity.
I hope you decide to stay and comment on all stories written from here on it. I look forward to your magical wit stunning command of the English language.
|Comments:||OH WOW, I am just so hurt, NOT !!!!!!!!!!
The sock puppet posting as 'ALL READERS' has sure put me in my place for daring to say that some of these stories are poorly written whack job fanatasies that don't even come close to being fun stories of moms getting tied up by kids.
Of course 'ALL READERS' has never posted any story and most likely never will.
If anybody is interested, some of the stories that I have posted as ((())), and others,can be found at
Where are the stories from "ALL READERS' and the other non story posting sock puppets ???
|Comments:||Dear (((0))) - which I guess is an asshole,
You mentioned long ago you were leaving this site because no one liked you because you're an asshole. Go troll somewhere else or STFU!!
WWWarmachine, please delete this and all posts from asshole please!
|Comments:||if any mom's have awesome stories of being tied up, message me on msn :D, send me your msn screen name to chat|
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